Love’s Heaven Ladder

Chisel keeps craking on rock which sounds a song, Days, months, years, and decades gone, A sweaty man works on, Up cloud a ghat forms.Like a ladder hung over the escarpment, Up six thousand steps Paradise would be sawn.

From hence my luve can leave and get home, Freely, happily, safely even after storms.Oh, my dear dear luve, No longer worry when thee go alone. Cause i have wiped all lichen off stones.